MasukThe noises from earlier had faded into a distant hum, replaced by the steady rhythm of machines and the occasional footsteps of passing nurses. Inside the private suite, the lights were dimmed, casting soft shadows across the room. Most of them had stepped out. Aurora had gone to handle the press situation outside. Daisy followed shortly after, unable to sit still any longer. Jessica remained nearby but kept her distance, giving Cassienne space. Merrick had taken a call in the hallway. Corren was resting. The medication had finally pulled him into sleep, his breathing steady now, his face no longer twisted in pain. Cassienne stood by the window alone. The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the glass, calm and indifferent to everything that had just happened. Her reflection stared back at her. She was still looking composed. But inside, nothing was still. She thought of how it all started. All of it. The lies, the headlines. And then, Dreston's voice. “I am announcing my enga
The peace of the hospital has been taken away. Even in the late hours of the night, the corridors remained active, though silent than before. The chaos from earlier had settled into something heavier. Not noise, not panic—but tension. Inside a private suite on the upper floor, the atmosphere was thick. Corren lay on the bed, pale but conscious..The wound had been treated, bandaged tightly across his side. Machines beside him beeped steadily, confirming what Ray had said earlier. He was stable and alive. Cassienne sat beside him. She had not moved much since he was brought in. Her fingers rested lightly on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on him, as if she needed constant reassurance that he was truly fine. “You should rest,” Corren said quietly, his voice still strained. Cassienne shook her head. “I’m fine.” Her voice was soft, but the weight behind it was not. Aurora stood nearby, arms folded, watching both of them. Daisy leaned against the wall, unusually quiet for once
The night broke into chaos, sirens wailed sharply through the streets as emergency vehicles cut through traffic with urgency. The flashing red and blue lights reflected against glass buildings, against moving cars, against the stunned faces of those who had only minutes ago been celebrating. The ambulance arrived quickly, Corren was carried out on a stretcher, his body tense, his shirt soaked through with blood where the blade had struck. Paramedics moved with precision, issuing short, urgent commands as they worked to stabilize him. Cassienne followed closely behind. Her composure was gone. Her hands trembled, her breathing uneven, her eyes locked on Corren as though looking away would make things worse. “He saved my life,” she said, her voice breaking. Everyone looked at her with pity, they were speechless. Behind her, Aurora Stephens and Daisy Noah were held back briefly by security before being escorted outside. Jessica, Merrick, and the rest followed closely, all of them surr
The celebration didn't stop as the night carried a different kind of energy. It was no longer the electrifying roar of the arena. This time, it was refined, controlled, and deliberate. A celebration reserved for power, influence, and those who understood what it meant to shape the future of an industry. At the heart of Southvale’s elite nightlife stood Club Eighteen. It was not just a club, a statement. The building rose with sleek architectural precision, its exterior glowing under layered lights that shifted subtly in color. Security was tight, almost military in execution. Every guest was screened. Every movement was monitored. Only those on the list were allowed in. And tonight, only the important ones mattered. A sleek black vehicle rolled to a stop at the entrance. And the moment the door opened, the atmosphere shifted. Cassienne stepped out, looking breathtaking. She wore a fitted midnight-blue gown that hugged her curves with quiet elegance. The fabric shimmered subtly un
The arena pulsed with energy, and lights flashed across the massive space, cutting through the darkness in waves of color and motion. The crowd roared in anticipation, voices rising and falling like a storm that refused to settle. Every screen, every banner, every angle of the stage reflected one thing. This was not just a competition. This was an event. The grand opening of the Apex Circuit had already shaken the world, but tonight felt different. There was tension in the air. A weight that went beyond entertainment. Tonight, everyone was watching one name. NULLWRAITH. Backstage, the atmosphere was quieter and well controlled. Cassienne sat in front of her setup, her fingers resting lightly on the edge of the desk. The glow from the screen reflected in her ocean-blue eyes, steady and focused. Tessa stood nearby, tablet in hand, going through final updates. “Elena confirmed your schedule after the match,” she said. “Media requests have doubled.” Cassienne nodded once. “Note
Cassienne and Dreston sat together on the wide sofa in the private penthouse of the resort. They kept talking quietly about the next direction in their marriage. The conversation shifted to the baby growing inside her. Dreston listened carefully to every word she said. He held her hand the entire time, his thumb brushing gently over her skin. “I want us to build something real this time,” he said. “But this distance. It's killing me. I want to be the husband you deserve.” Cassienne smiled softly. “I want that too. I want us to be a family. I want our child to grow up knowing both parents love each other.” Dreston looked at her for a long moment. His grey eyes were filled with a deep longing that he no longer tried to hide. He had missed her. He had missed the way she felt in his arms. He had missed the way her body responded to his touch, and this conversation had stirred something inside him that he could no longer ignore. Without a word, he stood up from the sofa. He bent down a
“Mind if I join you? Cassienne turned, offering a courteous smile. “Of course.” And they spoke easily. About the expo. About innovation, and about how the tech world was shifting. “You seem unusually knowledgeable about system behavior under pressure,” Jeff remarked casually. “Especially in com
Cassienne couldn’t sleep. No matter how many times she tried to lie down, no matter how tightly she shut her eyes, sleep refused to come. The luxurious silence of the suite felt suffocating rather than comforting, the expensive decor suddenly meaningless as her thoughts spiraled out of control.
Two days after the incident between Dreston and Cassienne, Sheila Tremont called Cassienne personally and invited her to dinner at the Tremont mansion. Sheila Tremont is Joseph’s younger sister and Dreston’s aunt. She has always held a special place in Cassienne’s heart. She liked Cassienne genuin
Cassienne stood in front of her mirror, checking her look one last time. She had worked hard to get ready tonight. A soft smile touched her lips, even though her stomach felt full of butterflies. Corren waited downstairs in his car. She had said yes to this dinner date with him. After so much pai







